My girls have fallen head-over-heels in love with film photography. They all took film classes in high school, learned the darkroom, learned the ins and outs of how it all works, the depth of the beauty it can create, and they LOVE it.
This should be gratifying to me because I, too, fell in love with film years ago. That’s what started my whole love of photography. My old Nikon film camera, my permanent attachment when I started shooting pictures of baby Max all those years ago will always be a prize possession. I never thought digital could take it’s place…film was too deep, too beautiful.
But gradually I got with the digital bandwagon. Dave bought me a digital camera for Christmas when Claire was a baby, and although I was hesitant to make the jump, I did it. Oh so much easier…so much less hassle. No film and darkrooms to worry about. No more dropping film off and waiting for it to be developed. I got so taken by digital photography that I couldn’t seem to understand the girls’ obsession. Isn’t that funny?
So when Elle insisted we needed at least a few disposable film cameras for the wedding I chuckled and agreed. Sure, I’m all for as much documentation as possible, especially at a time like this when we didn’t have a photographer. Really, though, a disposable camera? Can’t be that awesome.
But when Elle sent us the recently developed photos a couple weeks ago I fell so in love with them. That grain, the casual imperfections. Maybe it just brought me back to my film roots. Maybe it’s just because I love the people in them so much. Maybe it’s because I love the photographers so much (Grace, Claire & Abby all had one), and that they caught such good, candid moments.
Whatever it was, my heart spilled over when I looked through them, so I just wanted to share some of my favorites.
The black and white ones were a little more grainy (probably a higher ISO, but I didn’t even get a look at the cameras), which perhaps made me love them even more.
There you go. Just a little film love for a Tuesday afternoon.